Chapter 503 - 502: Uncle, Do You Know Something?

Chapter 503: Chapter 502: Uncle, Do You Know Something?

Chester Lynch also thought of it, then opened his mouth and said:

"Don’t go, I’ll go out and take a look."

Then Chester Lynch slid open the glass door and left, while South Grant shrugged his shoulders and laid back down.

The dormitory lights were already out; many people were asleep, only to be jolted awake by that scream.

Everyone came out, curious to see what had happened.

Chester Lynch followed the others to the source of the scream, which was a single dorm room housing only one person.

This person shared the same name as South Grant, precisely Chester’s former roommate.

The sound came from his room; by now, the dorm supervisor was already knocking on the door.

"Hey, hey, what’s happening in there?"

There was no response from inside, and just as the personnel in charge was about to get the keys to enter, the person from inside finally came out.

The person was bent over, clutching their stomach, clearly attacked.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"I... I had just returned to the dorm and was about to sleep when I felt someone on my bed. It was a man who grabbed me and tried to kiss me. Maybe because I resisted, he ran off after hitting me."

Everyone knew, this South Grant was thoroughly known for issues with sexual orientation, often shooting admiring glances at the brawny boys around school. Everyone was quite pleased when they learned he had a private dormitory.

Nobody dared to imagine rooming with someone like that.

Thus, when he mentioned resistance, everyone burst into laughter.

"You resisted? Weren’t you supposed to obediently offer your butt?"

"Haha, exactly. You always look so desperate, how could you miss such a golden opportunity?"

Everyone joined in teasing, South Grant’s face flushed red as he effeminately retorted:

"What are you all laughing at? Even if I were interested, it wouldn’t be in you guys. That man was far better than any of you!"

Since his room was private and the other rooms’ lights were out, his room was still lit, so he saw the man.

"Are you saying you saw the man just now and were really moved?"

This version of South Grant, enraged, flicked his fingers flamboyantly, pointing at everyone causing a ruckus:

"I have no time to bother with you all, you’re gonna drive me mad!"

After speaking, he shut the door and left, at which the supervisor waved to the crowd, saying:

"Let’s disperse, it’s over."

This issue needed reporting to the school; it was clear the dorm wasn’t safe.

Chester Lynch also chuckled and then returned with the crowd.

Upon reaching their dorm, he relayed the situation to South Grant.

"Everyone’s gone now, but I’m afraid this matter will reach the school authorities."

At this point, South Grant seemed lost in thought, and just as Chester Lynch was about to ask what was wrong, South Grant’s phone rang.

South Grant picked up the phone, visibly uneasy, then answered it.

"Hello..."

The voice on the line was heavy, like a thunderstorm rolling in.

"Now, immediately, come out."

Each word seemed squeezed out through clenched teeth, making South Grant shiver with fear.

Uncle, do you already know what’s going on...

South Grant then hung up the phone, not daring to dawdle, grabbed his jacket, and rushed out.

"South, where are you going?"

South Grant didn’t even hear Chester Lynch’s question and dashed out the door.